Beta Fairy

The things I want - They don't want me. The things that I don't want - They somehow seem to want me. This endless cycle of wants - Forever haunts Me. Even when the things that I want come my way They seem to soon go away. Why can't my wants want me back? Why do I always have this sense of lack?

To escape, I changed And changed And changed But with each change, Things worsened, The entire chain Started with a grudgeful soul And ended with me never becoming whole.